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“I am always late on principle,” the mer began as he approached the table, removing his gloves finger by finger. “The principle being that punctuality is the thief of time.” Ilyas slid in the booth, brown eyes daring Emilia to question him. “Have you ordered yet?”

Most of the morning had been a steady downpour of rain and honestly, Nic didn’t mind. Perhaps there were more poetic ways of saying it but he simply thought the world was beautiful when it rained. He decided to get out for a walk when the rain finally took a break, taking a thin jacket and walking along the outskirts of the city. His eyes feasted on the sights around him, able to find something of interest even in the mundane. He was looking at a colorful splash of graffiti when his eyes flicked in front of him, pausing when he recognized the person a few feet ahead. It had been some time and even though Nic had met many before and after, he recognized Everett. “Good afternoon.” His voice was soft, gaze focused on the man -- the vampire -- in front of him.

A lump formed in Ella’s throat as her eyes locked on her best friend. For her, it felt like only a few days since she had last seen Laurel, but listening in on her family had taught her that she’d been “missing” for two weeks now. Dead, and none of them knew. Thinking she wouldn’t be seen -- her family had been oblivious to her presence, and no one else had appeared to notice her -- she closed the distance between herself and her friend, arms wrapped tightly around her own waist. Although not expecting her to hear, she had to try. “Laur?”